Hetalia Units!

Chapter 2

DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING! I heard. Ugh, someone was ringing my doorbell, and it was set on the Five Nights at Freddy's Song. I grumbled and fell out of bed groggily, and going to the door, not caring if I looked like I survived living on a deserted island. 

 "Hello? Kon'ichiwa? Bonjour? Hallo?" I opened the door and said. "Oh, 'Ello there!" A man said in an Australian accent. He had a big wooden box, almost as big as me! Okay, maybe it was bigger... He had brown hair that stuck out from under his mint green cap, with the initials FMBC. I peered over his shoulder, and saw a truck the same color as his hat, with the initials, and Flying Mint Bunny on it. "Sign here please!" He gave me a pen and paper, and I signed and returned it. "Thanks, the next one should arrive tomorrow or so!" He called as he ran back to the truck. I lugged the box into my living room. I noticed there was a manual taped onto the box. I carefully peeled back the tape and took the manual. 

Matthew Williams

I died of fangirl squealing. 

"Congratulations! You have just purchased a Matthew Williams unit of your very own! To ensure that you use your new buy to the best of his abilities and that you avoid painful, unexpected brushes with death-" I read out loud. WAIT. WHAT THE CRAPOLA?!

I scanned the page. So, apparently, units are robots, or people, I just don't know.  You need to wake them up. I looked at the options.

1. Play the Canadian anthem, or speak French.

2. Cook French or Canadian food, such as pancakes, poutine, syrup, etc.

3. Blare pop music, and MATTHEW WILLIAMS will yell for ALFRED JONES to turn that horrible screeching off.

4. Turn on ice hockey on the TV

5. Start your Kumajiro unit up. 

Well, I am as good as cooking as England, so I can rule that out. (I can only perfectly make pancakes, but I'm out of batter. D:) I love hockey, but* sigh* ITS NOT FREAKING SATURDAY. Well, I AM fluent in French. To make this easier to read, I will italicize the things in French.

I cleared my throat. 

"Um, hello. I'm-I'm Rose. How are you? Can you hear me?"

No reply.

*Sigh* "CANADA! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE DATING LADY GAGA!"

"Gahhhhh!" A voice inside the box screamed. But, it sounded more like a whisper. I opened the latch and a red faced blonde with violet eyes bolted up straight. "I AM NOT DATING LADY GAGA!" He screamed. "O-oh, he-hello there." He whisper said. He looked out the window and saw a lot of snow. "Are we in Canada?" He asked. I nodded. 

"So, what do you wanna do?" I asked. DING DING DING! I threw a boot at the door. "I'll get it." I mumbled. "Yo, wazzup?" Someone yelled in my face. I sighed and banged my head into the wall. "Dude, like , calm yourself. You don't wanna bang your head too hard, or else, like, blood will stain your fabulous blonde locks."  She continued. *Sigh*  It was my annoying friend. She reminded me of Poland, and was into the fandom as well. Her name is Amy. My cobalt blue eyes drilled into her soul and beyond. You could literally see an aura seeping out of me. "M-Maple!" Canada exclaimed, hiding behind my couch. Amy's eyes widened. "Omg, you have, like, the best Cosplay ever!" She said. "Um, funny story, it's actually Canada." I whispered. Her eyes grew so large I thought they would pop out of her skull. "OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!" She screamed, dashing to him. I sighed.

AN- to get a better look on Rose, she has blue eyes and blonde hair. Her hair length is almost that's of France's, so she kind of looks like France, minus the stubble. (Oh, and let's just say that she doesn't have... Let's just say she's not Ukraine.)

Amy, is, like, totally fabulous, and has light dirty blond hair. She has sea green eyes and, well, not Ukraine, but not Liechestein. Her last name is Benson.

Also, I did not choose the lead characters name. I went to a name generator, and that's what I got. Amy, however, I thought of myself.

Also, I don't think she will get a Russia Unit, because, well, MAGIC METAL PIPE OF PAIN.

Also,  I don't know French, but I know that "Jes Suis Un Pomme De Terre" means the world is a potato.